Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 17:34:18 -0600
From: "Nathan W. Jones"
Subject: Blowing a Driver
The usual disclaimers apply...this is about man to man sex, if that's not
your style then don't read it. This story of this encounter is mine,
please credit me if you decide to copy it somewhere. Questions and
comments can be sent to njones@ix.netcom.com
Blowing a Driver
by BigBearOK
It was a cold evening in March, an unexpected cold front had made
the weather in Oklahoma darn right severe.. I was on my way back home
from NSU, where I had gone to pick up a college catalogue. And, being
in a horny, slutty mood, I decided to detour down to I-40 and take the
long way back home to Tulsa.
There's a picnic area on I-40 where lots of truckers tend to pull
in for the night, row upon row of tractor trailers. Most with the
engines running because it was a cold night. It being a so cold, I
didn't expect to find much action. Most of the time the guys I fooled
around with there were other civilians, not truckers. But, every once
in a while I did get lucky and get a driver. I pulled in, lit a
cigarette and got out of the car to take a piss. I knew that would give
the truckers a chance to get a look at me.
As I zipped up and turned to get back in the truck, I noticed a
trucker had turned his interior lights on and was watching me. Knowing
that most drivers tend to do some work with the light on before turning
in, such as logging their hours, I didn't do much except look.
At first I couldn't see much, he had his running lights on, and the
light was reflecting off the windows so I couldn't see in. Pretty soon
the running lights were shut off and I had a clear view inside the cab.
He was damn attractive, bearded, looked to be in his thirties. I
noticed that he was reading a magazine, and then would look up at me
watching him every once in a while. Normally, I like having very clear
signals from truckers. The last thing I want to do is to fuck with some
straight redneck who wants to beat up a faggot. Luckily, as far as
cruising truckers goes, I am somewhat of a big bear, 6'2" hairy and
bearded. I think I look like a lot of the drivers out there, and that
tends to reassure them a bit. And knowing most truckers drive with some
sort of weapon for protection, I try very hard not to be annoying.
Not getting any obvious signal, I decided to be bold and take a walk
over to his cab. Casually strolling by, so as not to piss him off if he
wasn't looking for something. As I got to his drivers side door, I
noticed that his window was down. Kind of unusual since it was 15
degrees that night. He said, "Hey there!" I said, "Hey." Couldn't
come up with anything more brilliant at the moment.
It was hard to talk over the rumble of his engine. I almost had to
yell to get him to hear me, and yelling was one of the last things I
wanted to do in a picnic area full of truckers. He mentioned it was a
hell of a cold night, and I agreed. The he asked if I wanted to get out
of the wind, and he popped open the door of the cab. Of course, I
jumped at the chance.
I climbed into his rig and sat in the drivers seat for a minute,
letting myself adjust to the darkness of the cab. It was nice and warm,
and the noise from the engine was muffled up here, allowing us to talk
without yelling.
He tossed the magazine off to the side when I climbed in, so I
wasn't able to tell if it was a straight magazine, or a bear magazine.
But, he moved back to sit on the bed in the rear of the cab.
He wasn't subtle at all at that point, he started stroking his dick
right away. I murmured something like, "Looks good, mind if I suck
it?" He replied, "Hey, that's why I'm here."
I took off my jacket and got down on the floor between the back of
the seats and the bed. He leaned back and took his hand off his dick,
letting me take care of it for him. I leaned in and touched it with the
tip of my tongue. Then, slowly, I lowered it all into my mouth and
throat. It was a great dick, about seven inches, with a huge mushroom
head. I would have liked the opportunity to study it a bit more, but I
knew what I was there for, and I kept it in my mouth were it belonged.
I did my damnedest with it. I sucked, and licked, and nuzzled. I took
it all the way down and did a bit of deep suction. I worked my magic on
just the head, all the while licking, flicking and tasting with my
tongue.
It was pretty thick, and it had been a while since I had had a hard
dick in my mouth, so after about five minutes my jaw started to cramp up
a bit. That's when I went down and started licking and sucking on his
balls. It gave me a bit of a breather...and I love sucking on balls.
As I was sucking on him, I noticed that he would rub his hairy
belly and pubes...so then I let my hands start exploring. I found his
nipples, but he soon brushed my hand away from them. So I settled for
rubbing his chest and belly while I sucked.
Pretty soon, his balls drew up tight against the base of his dick,
and I knew he was going to cum. I redoubled my efforts, wanting it to
be a great fucking orgasm for him. A couple of minutes later, and he
starts yelling, "OH Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Suck it!" And his load starts to
fill my mouth.
After he had come...(and I had discreetly spit into a paper towel
*grin*), he lay there for a while, just catching his breath. Then he
got up, complemented me on my technique ( BEST ever, he said...), and
started to button up.
Knowing this was my cue to vamoose, I stood up, and got my jacket. He
shook my hand and said he hoped he would run into me again. I chuckled and
said I would like that, and knowing, of course, that it would probably
never happen.